It’s fun being biased when I write a review because… well, it’s just more fun. I don’t have to try to hide any disdain or subdue any excitement for a particular movie. Take Zodiac. It’s directed by David Fincher, one of the greatest living American directors. This guy could be making any movie reviewed in this issue and there’d be some amazing element or an incredible spin on it. Look at his resume and you’ll see the man’s a genius. Then you’ve got him telling the story of one of the most notorious serial killers in American history on top of it.

The cops and newspapermen try to foil the killer, but a cartoonist and puzzle freak played by Jake Gyllenhaal seems to be coming the closest to figuring the whole thing out. The scenes where the unsuspecting victims are about to get killed are eerie even though Fincher seems to be going for the more cold and finished look he honed in Panic Room as opposed to the gritty look of a colostomy bag explosion from such classics as Fight Club and Seven. Since it takes place in the '70s, everyone looks ridiculous. Porn star ridiculous. From Robert Downey, Jr.’s wardrobe to Anthony Edwards’ toupee. But it just might be Mark Ruffalo, who stars as the perfect cross between Ron Jeremy and David Berkowitz all rolled into a police detective, who takes the cake. I mean if it wasn’t for the generally creepy tone of the trailer I’d swear to God I was watching a remake of Caddyshack, looking at Ruffalo.

Because it’s done by David Fincher, Zodiac is going to kick ass. Sealing the deal is the great cast and the fact that Chloe Sevigny looks like a librarian from the '70s. And that excites me in a really odd way I expect no one to understand.